"Bah, I actually misjudged. Do you guys on the gambling table cheat, aren't you afraid of your ancestors' graves being struck by lightning in the future?"
Sha, anxious from losing, resorted to this trick. He thought no matter what, even if it was fabricated, he had to make up an excuse. In any case, he couldn't lose anymore. If he did, his life would be over.
Yousheng, infuriated upon hearing this, cursed, "Bah, you old geezer, cheating? These dice are yours. How dare you slander me, you grandson who lost like a turtle."
Sha sneered, "If we say you're cheating, then you're cheating."
Xizeer immediately saw through Sha's trick. He slowly took a step forward, "I was wondering what's going on here. So, it's just an old man who couldn't stand losing, playing slander games with us? I'm really curious, how has someone like you managed to last until now? You should have been chopped to pieces long ago."
